The orders had compliance to monitor.

Professionals would handle the matters within their responsibilities.

I could participate where my own duties required it without making every hour a watch over what happened to them.

A leaf landed beside my shoe.

I picked it up, turned it once, and put it on the porch rail.

At three seventeen that morning months ago, I had believed the only way to stop being overlooked was to write something nobody could ignore.

There were moments when I still understood why I had done it.